Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Lo How A Rose Eer Blooming 11 1. Lo, a fair Rose a-blooming From tender root hath sprung; Of Jesse's lineage coming As men a-fore-time sung; It bears a Flow'ret bright, While reigns the cold mid-winter And darkest is the night. 2. This little Rose I'm singing, Whereof Isaiah spoke, Mary to us is bringing, A maid of humble folk; By God's eternal might For us a Child she beareth, While darkest is the night. 3. The floweret so lowly, Whose fragrance none can tell, With brightness strange and holy Doth all our dark dispel: True man, true God is He; From every ill he saveth; God grant we saved may be. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #